The green man
Hiding in full view, of the side of St. Peters, the green man. In this instance, camouflaged in white paint. Subtle, green man, subtle. I understand …
Hiding in full view, of the side of St. Peters, the green man. In this instance, camouflaged in white paint. Subtle, green man, subtle. I understand …
I’ve never been a great swimmer, but I do love being near the water. It’s the edges and margins that attract me, rock pools in …
A beautiful Spring morning is just perfect for friends to go for a walk along the beach. Seth and I mooched along the high tide …
The soft new sugar-snap peas leaves are so beautiful in the morning light. I love the way they stretch out with their delicate tendrils. When …
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move …
Wrinkles are the tattoos we wear made with ink mixed from blood and charcoal made from the tree of life. How often in life do you …
Mmmm-mmm — Chilean guavas. I love fruit, and I’ve always had a particular attraction exotic fruit. As kids Mum would never buy us fireworks for …
Malik dreams of striding across the veldt with a huge herd of African elephants. To trumpet wildly with the sheer joy of freedom. Ears flapping, …
Saturday. I think about sleeping in, but instead I get up and make a start on converting a stash of crab apples into jelly. Crab …
A couple of times lately I’ve rushed into our lunch room early in the morning to grab a jump-start coffee only to find myself in …
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